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[untiedtheknots]

In the spirit of the season, Artemis has a mug of hot cider and a seat on the couch near the fireplace. (The aforementioned cider may have been dosed with whatever's in the flask in her pocket, but not overmuch.)

Any spontaneous smiling and/or giggling is entirely your imagination.

[ooc: post open until it falls off the front or Monday, whichever happens last.]